Doughnuts: the recurring theme (?)

After the Universe brought a maple iced doughnut into my world when I'd been thinking about them for weeks, yesterday the Universe deemed that I should become even more a Portlander by bringing several bright pink boxes of Voodoo Donuts into my world and the new Airbnb Portland offices yesterday. I admit that I'd stayed away from that particular Portland legend due to its notorious lines and that I'm not often all that into doughnuts. But yesterday I savored one that appeared to be a fairly conventional doughnut with vanilla icing and topped with a generous serving of Fruit Loops. When my trainer Rob came by, he looked at it and said, "That's quite a doughnut! It looks like a unicorn vomited on it."

Yes, I adore my trainers, the company, my new colleagues, and the folks from HQ from different areas who are all clamoring to be here with us. I really am besotted with my new job and thrilled to pieces.

The other totally not-healthy thing I've been meaning to post about is the utter joy of Tillamook Sticky Bun ice cream. For those outside of the northwest where Tillamook products are not sold: I am so sorry. Because the amazing goodness of cinnamon ice cream, streusel, sticky bun dough?? It almost defies written description. I'll settle for icecreamgasm.

Life is good. :D